The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, man... gotta keep going... cough... Bright sunlight's coming through the... transparent panels, I think, of this massive, domed greenhouse. Air's really thick and humid, smells like... wet earth, kinda... like the forest floor after a storm... The... the plants are moving, not like, swaying in the breeze or anything, but... they're rearranging themselves, like, crawling across the floor... The panels above are reflecting this, like, iridescent sheen that's kinda... burning my eyes... weak cough...